Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from the UAE and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Youth Brigade to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Gong. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Radio Birdman,
the Sonics,
Barclay James Harvest,
Toni Rubio,
Funkadelic,
the Soft Cell,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Marmalade,
Malaria!,
Delta 5,
The Raincoats,
Connie Case,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Vogues,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Michelle Simonal,
The Martian,
Quando Quango,
Ituana,
In Retrospect,
48th St. Collective,
Ludus,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lower 48,
Y Pants,
Eric Dolphy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
James White and The Blacks,
EPMD,
Ten City,
Judy Mowatt,
Morten Harket,
Reuben Wilson,
The Detroit Cobras,
Scion,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bad Manners,
KRS-One,
Black Flag,
Fugazi,
Depeche Mode,
Metal Thangz,
The Moody Blues,
Darondo,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bobby Byrd,
David McCallum,
The Blues Magoos,
Monks,
Pet Shop Boys,
Average White Band,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Roger Hodgson,
Bush Tetras,
The Golliwogs,
Matthew Bourne,
Sparks,
Wolf Eyes,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.